#maedhros

[myceliumelium]

Isn't being your 1000% platonic best buddy's loyal vassal just the least homoerotic thing you can ever do? Maedhros thinks so. He's never done anything homosexual in his life.

#russingon #Maedhros #Technically Fingon #art #silmarillion #tolkien

[sa-d-b-eep]

hide and seek

#silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros

[tari-cua]

Maedhros and Maglor.

#drowing #silmarillion #my art #tolkien #maglor #digital art #makalaure #art #maemag #maedhros

[camille-lachenille]

Day 1: childhood

#tolkien #the silmarillion #maglor #makalaurë #maedhros #maitimo #for this one I imagine a small maglor pushing his letter under maedhros’ door while pouting #silmarillion epistolary #i decided last minute i wanted to try and do the whole silmarillion epistolary week #i won’t follow prompts tho just going with the vibes in my brain #i’ll be having so much fun with calligraphy these next days!

[annoyinglandmagazine]

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #caranthir #celegorm #elrond peredhel #curufin #Feanor #Maeglin #Genderbending to me is a poorly masked excuse for more lesbians in canon #Which I love #genderbending #rule 63 #I’m not putting any dwarves here because to be honest I don’t see that as Genderbending #I think saying Telchar #Narvi or Azaghal were female is a perfectly reasonable interpretation of canon

[thesummerestsolstice]

Silm AU Concept that Won't Leave me Alone:

Earendil falls ill, not long after his marriage. None of the healers in Sirion– human or elven– can explain why. Maybe it's because Idril and Tuor left for Valinor recently, and no one really thinks they'll make it there alive. Maybe it's the plague that's been sweeping through war-torn Beleriand. Maybe his body is just giving up on him– it's not unheard of for half-elves to die that way.

And it's becoming clear that Earendil is dying. Nothing they do helps. Some of Elwing's advisors try to keep her away from his bedside– half out of fear his illness is contagious and half because she spends all her time there, refusing to eat or rest. They're trying to protect her from the horrible truth. It isn't working.

Elwing knows of two great sources of magic. One is her own– inherited from Melian, running far stronger in her blood than any had expected, far stronger than it had in her father. Strong enough that she's spent most of her life learning to hide it. Flowers bloom under her feet, birds flock to her side. Elwing is powerful, but she's young; untrained. She tries to help Earendil. She fails.

And then there is the Silmaril. The Silmaril's power is not like hers. It does not make things grow, or bring the birds and gentle beasts of the world to their doorstep. But it drives away the orcs, keeps the wolves at bay, cuts through the darkness, burns away evil. It is a much more violent kind of purification.

And Elwing thinks, is it not evil coursing through my husband's veins, choking his lungs, threatening to tear him away from me?

She takes the Silmaril and pries it open with a dagger, pouring it's divine light into the abalone-shell cup that Idril had given her before she sailed away. She gives it to Earendil, comforts him, climbs into bed beside him. They hold each other, whisper their marriage vows again in the darkness. When Elwing drifts into sleep, she doesn't know if he'll still be there when she wakes up.

And then Earendil wakes up with clear, bright eyes. It works. It works very well. It works so well that Elwing has to teach Earendil how to hide the new light in his eyes and the shimmer under his skin.

Elwing keeps the Silmaril hidden away after that. Some whisper that she's become obsessed with it, just as her father had. In truth, she's just trying to hide the fact that the gem has no light left. Somehow, she doubts her advisors would approve of her decision.

But she doesn't care, and neither does Earendil. They are happy, and in love. Not long after Earendil's recovery– a recovery most think was a miracle sent by the Valar– they have children. Two very strange children with sharp teeth and bright eyes who they love very much.

It looks like everything will work out for Elwing's little family, right until the day the first letter from Maedhros Feanorian arrives.

#silmarillion #silm au #silm headcanons #elwing #earendil #elrond #elrond peredhel #elros #maedhros #eldritch peredhel #sirion #crack treated seriously #what if someone drank a Silmaril? #I kind of want to write more of this is has *implications* #let the Peredhel fam be weird together!! #Elwing and Earendil are the couple of all time

[outofangband]

This post Angband board is one of my very favorite visual Maedhros pieces I’ve done and for the past two years I've posted an edited and revise version!

Maedhros in Angband is perhaps my favorite Maedhros but brutal, ruthless and traumatized warlord Maedhros in Himring is such a close second. In addition to the weight of the oath, I'm obsessed with quest for revenge; ruthless, coordinated, and at times contained by the wisdom of his councilors or even kin but it is never impersonal

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Visual notes: -for anyone worried the photo of the scars is from makeup artist Kristyan Mallett -I’ve talked and thought a lot about snow leopards as symbols and guardians of Himring; beautiful but heavily guarded and deadly. More in the himring tag! -Look I know the bottles are cliched in boards but I like that one for the corrosive word more than regret plus it fit the color scheme

#the silmarillion #maedhros #himring #post angband #silmedit #silmedits #edits #cw scars #cw injuries

[thelordofgifs]

Notes on the Care of the Tormented, ed. Elrond Half-elven

Written for @silmarillionepistolary day 3!

Rating: T

Relationships: Maglor & Maedhros, Maglor & Elrond

Words: 4k

I have hesitated a long time over transcribing this old collection of documents, and having them bound together as a pamphlet; but the library at Imladris is well-understood to be the finest East of the Sea, and I do not wish to deprive it of any lore. A point of pride, perhaps. So I have had two copies made, one for our own collection and one for that of the library at Fornost Erain — for I would not have it said that the Eldar hoard their knowledge, and leave Men to labour in the dark.

The library at Amon Ereb was nothing to marvel at, but it was there, in the uneasy days of my youth, that I first came across these notes. They had been written by Maglor son of Fëanor at varying points over the course of the First Age, and were altogether a rather disorganised collection; but I found myself drawn to them the very first time I read them, for the care that had been taken in their composition, and in their preservation through defeat after defeat and flight after flight. Maglor was no healer, certainly not by the time I knew him: his hands had been bloodied too many times for that gift to have lingered, if ever he had it. But all the same, he paid great attention to the care of Maedhros his brother — there was no other Maedhros would permit to touch him, or speak to him when he had an episode.

It would have been easy to conclude that Maglor did it all on instinct, watching them. So I was struck, on first finding these notes, by how much of his practice he had documented. The sons of Fëanor were all diligent record-keepers — ironic, many would claim, considering how much lore was lost in Menegroth beneath their marauding swords, and again at the Havens of Sirion. But none of them seemed to trust to the infallible memories of the Eldar, judging by the contents of even that much-depleted library at Amon Ereb. Still at times I wondered for whom exactly Maglor had written the notes — I do not doubt that he referred to them often himself, but I could never make out whether he had had any other audience in mind. Did he imagine that Maedhros might survive him, and dwell with another? I know not.

[Keep reading on AO3]

#silmarillion #my fic #maglor #maedhros #elrond #silmarillionepistolary #the caretaker burnout fic! in which maglor is so so hinged

[glorf1ndel]

I’m curious what y’all think!

#silm #silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien polls #feanorians #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras

[tolkien-povs]

POV:

You never took lock-picking classes even though your sister and cousin probably did, so the only way you can get your eldest cousin to escape is by chopping off his right hand.

#jrr tolkien #tolkien #fingon #maedhros #silmarillion #the silm #the silmarillion #silm #the silm fandom

[lkaluna]

He plans on building himself a cabin in the woods, away from civilization and regaining the contact with others slowly. 

If it were his decision, Maedhros would probably go on and start appearing publicly again, but it might be kinder on other people not to. He’s relearning self-control and respecting boundaries, he’s not going to leap into politics immediately. (He will get into politics again soon, that much he is sure of, just not perhaps this soon.)

The cabin in the woods sound more appalling every time he thinks about it. Too far away from people, how is he meant to re-accustom others to his presence when there are no others around?

He mentions so much to Caranthir the next time he ends up laying on his brother’s couch, smoking some suspicious leaves Amrod apparently dropped of a few weeks earlier and Moryo just laughs. 

„We have a house on Tol Eressea. My wife hates the island, but the taxes for selling property there are horrendous.”

„You’re offering I could stay there?”

„Transferring property to family is free. Promise to reimburse us sensibly once you are able and it’s yours.”

„Your wife won’t mind?”

„She’s been offering the house to every reasonable relative, you’re the first who even considers it. Trust me, she’ll be delighted”

„You know, you were always my favorite brother”

(In a hindsight, he should have probably asked why does his sister in law hate this house so much.)

The first time he saw her, Maedhros was convinced he had seen a ghost.

(She lives on this island, it’s the newest, biggest market they just opened. Why should she not be there?)

(If only he haven’t seen her on bloody a marketplace before.)

The second time it happens, Elwing sees him too and freezes. He considers approaching and apologizing, but Fingon keeps giving him the talks about giving people space, so instead he just nods and gets out of there.

(He considers mentioning that meeting to Fingon, but decides against it. They are only starting to be at ease with one another again and that would worry him too much.)

They keep running at one-another and he knows she’s uncomfortable. He is too. For a brief moment, he plans on giving up this doubtful pleasure (really, new market or not, why are there so many people there, all buying spices?) and going back to shopping on a smaller, local market but then she deliberately snatches the last pink melon from the stand after seeing him reach for it and that really pisses him off. 

(Fingon was going to visit, and considering how one flavor he always adored was that of pink Vanyarin melons, Maedhros really doesn’t think he can be blamed for his later actions.)

A week later, he overhears her talking to a woman he can only assume to be Galadriel’s daughter about needing to buy cloves for Earendil’s favorite dish and promptly makes sure to purchase all the remaining ones.

It’s a war now and there’s no knowing who will break down first.

Afterwards, it would be foolish not to expect a retaliation, so the next time Fingon visits he makes sure to get to the market extra early. He reaches the melon-seller, just to be informed that all of the fruits have already been sold out.

A seagull laughs at him.

Better person would have given in. Luckily, he really doubts that Elwing sees him as a better person.

He persuades Caranthir to help him bribe the vendor into sending the next month’s delivery of cloves directly to his house.

(In a hindsight, the unfortunate chain of the house’s ownership is to be blamed on birds. They shit on the porch constantly. Elwing really does not control the local pigeons (but will not, under any condition, ask them to stop, not while he is holding the cloves hostage). It’s not her fault he moved into this neighborhood. They even exchange a couple of semi-polite letters on this matter.)

A couple of years latter, Elrond almost gets an aneurysm after coming across his mother and Maedhros shopping together and discussing which of the vendors has the best tomatoes. 

#maedhros #elwing #caranthir #silmarillion #tolkien #my fic #my post #this has been sitting in my computer for over a year #I don't even remember writing it #but seems funny enough

[nighttimepatrons]

Not Without Maedhros

Thinking about a Fingon fic set in Mandos where Fingon is ready for reembodiment but won't leave the halls without Maedhros. Never mind the fact that he hasn't actually seen Maedhros's spirit yet...

The only way he can tell the passage of time is the influx of spirits into the Halls, the halls get larger to accommodate them all. Surely Maedhros is around here somewhere.

It's about Fingon being asked if he's consider Life again and he says he has, but he'd like to wait for Maedhros first. He does not want to leave without Maedhros.

More spirits enter and he waits.

When asked again he is indeed ready for Life but it is disturbing to him that it as taken this long for Maedhros to find him. So he reaffirms that he is waiting, he will not leave without Maedhros.

Spirits come and some start to leave.

The asking stops, and in its place he is told: "it is to leave these halls", "you have lingered long enough", "you can feel the yearning for Life in you, go on, it's time to go". He always says the same: Not without Maedhros, not withouth Maedhros, not without Maedhros.

It seems impossible, but the population of the Halls actually seems to decrease.

And yet he waits. He waits until all of his family has walked out of those great, beckoning doors. He waits as his fellow spirits dwindle around him.

He waits, until he is alone in the vast, silent halls.

#in my heart of hearts it is second person pov #i don't know maybe Miriel can show up #Fingon #maedhros #russingon #<- but only in a sad way #middle earth #silmarillion #mandos #i hope it obvious but yes mae is in the void #my art #my words #<- wow can you belive that me writing something that is awfully close to fanfiction in the year of our 2024 #the silmarillion #fic idea #at risk of sounding arrogant if anyone does like this idea feel free to run with it #i would love to see anything you make (*/ω＼)

[sa-d-b-eep]

#silmarillion #feanorians #maglor #maedhros #celegorm

[laly]

Oath of feanor related question:

Why does everyone seemingly agree it's over with the end of the first age? Every post first age fanfic or headcanon I've seen so far treats the oath as over and done after mae and maglor got their respective rocks but one is still out there!! Being very much withheld from the feanorians. I don't remember a clause in the oath going "unless it's up in the sky ofc, that's too far away". (Mae even says they can't go to aman cause there they would be too close to the doors of night wich would make the oath stir up) I also don't see why their hroa being destroyed should nullify the oath. This has been going around in my brain for over a year now, ideas and discussion very much welcome (plz I need answers)

#oath of feanor #silmarillion #silm #maedhros #maglor #feanor

[anattmar]

strong mama Nerdanel

#the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #nerdanel #feanor #maedhros #maitimo #fanart #illustration #digital art

[wisesnail]

Err… hello. I'm having some technical issues but this won't stop me from painting problematic #elves… Have another #Maedhros because I 💙 him (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿)

(Once again, ref from Pinterest but despite checking I couldn't find the original source! Sorry!)

Prints and other stuff on my RedBubble and Threadless

#maedhros #maitimo #nelyo #silmarillion #feanorians #tokien #elf #elves #wisesnail #speedpaint